My chest is heaving as I pump my hips, her pussy is squeezing the life out of me, we come together—and it is explosive.
I don’t know what I ever did in my life to deserve this woman—truth is I don’t—but I am never letting her go.
I hold her upright as we try to catch our breaths, and even though I just came, my dick is growing hard again.
Because she loves me.Because I love her.I need her.I want her.
Jesus, I always want her.
But because something inside my chest just cracked wide the hell open.
She said it.
My Honey.
My wife.
The one who stormed into my life with those blue eyes and that stubborn mouth and turned everything upside down.
She loves me.
I’ve said it to her before.
I finally told her and ever since then, I say it every day.
But hearing it come from her?
Goddamn.That’s something else entirely.
For most of my life, I’ve been a man who doesn’t expect much.
Work hard.
Keep my word.
Protect what’s mine.
That’s it.
But Kelly?
Kelly makes me greedy.
Makes me want more.
More of her laugh.
More of her body.
More of the way she looks at me like I’m something better than I’ve ever believed I was.
Behind her, I lean my forehead against the back of her shoulder, breathing hard.
“Say that again,” I rasp.
My voice sounds rough.
Almost wrecked.
